As we laid on the floor we both laughed uncontrollably. I wasn't making any noise from laughing so hard. I had my hand clenching my stomach and my eyes squeezed tightly shut. My eyes were shut so I didn't see Max sit up. He slowly did so and as I was laughing he placed his hands around my torso and started tickling me. I started squirming around and laughing hysterically. He continued to tickle me. I put my hands on his trying to move them but his muscular hands wouldn't budge. Truth be told, I was having a lot of fun with him tickling me.
"Stop!" I cried out
Max knew I didn't really want him to stop so he tickled me more. After a few minutes I managed to sit up and tried to escape. I jumped up and tripped. I fell to the ground and both Max and I sat laughing and he pulled me tickling me more, but soon stopped.
Once we finished laughing at my stupidity I got us some water. We both sat and talked for a while. And soon a while turned to hours and soon enough I had to study and Max needed to leave. We both hugged and he kissed the top of my head like he always does. I stared into his deep eyes. On the inside I smiled but on the outside I just walked him to the door.
"Night!" I yelled as he walked down the hall.
I slowly shut the door and laid on my bed. I pulled out my shit load of books and started studying. About a half hour into my so called studying I found myself doodling the letters 'M' and 'G'. I quickly moved my pen and crossed them out.
"I'm not in love!" I yelled as if someone kept telling me I was.
"He's a friend!" I screamed louder sure somebody would come knocking on my door and dragging me to a mental institute.
For a reason I didn't have an answer to my eyes filled with salty tears. As tears streamed down my face, I shuffled my books around and curled up with a pillow and blanket. But why was I crying? I asked myself. Soon my eyes got heavy and I closed them falling asleep.
*NEXT MORNING*
I woke up with a smile brushed on my face. I giggled a little and danced to my tiny dorm room closet. My hand was attracted to the shirt Max said he always loved when I wore it. I grabbed my favorite jeans. I got dressed and when I finished I admired myself in the full length mirror. Why am i doing this? I thought in my head. I finished getting ready and walked towards the main building. I sat down on the bench where I waited for Max. Part of me wanted him to get there, spin me around, and kiss the shit out of my face. The other half of me wanted to crawl in a whole and sit rocking back and forth not wanting to face the world.
*MAX'S POV*
I walked towards the main building as her giggle from last night kept playing in my head. I sighed, but it was a happy sigh, taking in everything, that kind. I could see her many feet away, her beautiful blonde hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. I crept up behind her and gave her side's a quick squeeze/tickle. She jumped and I laughed.
I walked around the other side of the bench, and hugged her, like every morning. But today, she hugged me a little longer. I smiled and pulled away and she smiled. Her smile was contagious and made me smile.
We walked into the main building, our first class today was music based so we had it together. Her interest in music was beyond sexy. As I just figured out now. When we sang aloud her voice projected and made the most beautiful sound ever.
We walked into the classroom taking our seats next to each other. Our professor began class and I desperately wanted for us to sing so I could hear her. Sadly, we didn't have to today and it was just a bunch of note taking. Although it was only note taking I could barely concentrate. I kept thinking of her laugh, her hug, her.
"Fuck." I mumbled.
She looked over at me as to ask what and I shook my head. But really I was in deep thought and had come to the realization that I might like Kaitlyn, and not as a friend, as more than that. She'll never feel the same. I'm basically her brother, she's like a sister.
"I can't." I whispered.
She looked at me again and her baby blue eyes captivated me, brought me to another dimension. I smiled covering up my stupid mistake. We finished class and she and I had to depart. I walked her to her next class.
"Meet me at the bench later." I said smiling and hugged her. She smiled and I went to my class.
*KAITLYN'S POV*
I hugged Max and walked into my next class. I sat with my chin in the palm of my hand.
"I like him." I whispered to myself and smiled shortly after I said it.
I gazed off into space and began doodling hearts and his initials again. A smile escaped my lips and I traced the heart with my finger. I lost track of time, and it seemed like thinking about Max made time go by quickly. When class ended I was the first out of the door practically sprinting to the bench. I wanted to meet him at the bench and pull him into a kiss. But I of course didn't.
When he sat down next to me I was overwhelmed. I smiled and he wrapped his arm around me, as I leaned into his side. We talked for a while and then I felt awkward. I made up an excuse and went off to my dorm.
"Damn it!" I yelled
"I'm a fucking idiot, always ruining my chances. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled running into my room throwing things.
I laid on my bed and began to cry. I hated myself for what I had done. I cried myself to sleep not wanting to face the next day.
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Underneath the Stars (Max George FanFiction)
FanfictionKaitlyn is a senior in college. She's had a rough past; her older brother abused her, she ended up self harming- but nobody knows, she went away to college where she was hated and began to self harm more. Mostly she kept to herself, went to her clas...